Ultra Strokes

by Delilah Devlin

  He must have gulped a little too fast, because he winced and set down his cup hard on the table before clearing his throat, his gaze glued to the cleavage I displayed above the low-neck tank tank top I wore. “Time?”

  “Yeah, until the storm ends and you have to move along.”

  He gave a short bark of laughter. “Lady, anyone ever tell you that you move fast?”

  I shrugged, pretending a nonchalance my tight little nipples belied. “The way I see it,” I drawled, “if I don’t move quick, we’ll never know.”

  Eyebrow raised, he shook his head. He wasn’t going to ask, know what?

  As though some higher power knew exactly what was called for, the lights flickered out with the next flash of blue-white lightning, plunging the diner into darkness.

  “Shit!” he muttered.

  “I’ll go find some candles in the storeroom,” the waitress on the far side of the diner muttered.

  “Don’t worry about us,” I called out. “Think we’ll just watch the storm through the window.”

  As though the dousing of the lights was a signal, every erogenous zone of my body prickled to alert. Eager and ready to take advantage of the opportunity. How far would the cowboy let me go?

  “I dropped something,” I lied, lay across the bench seat, and reached to grab the center support of the table. Then I dropped to the floor on my knees, hoping the floor underneath was as spotless clean as the top of the table.

  Reaching forward, I found a knee and glided my hand up his thigh, feeling the tension in his flexing muscle. I wondered if I should expect a hard hand clamping over mine to halt my progress. But instead, his legs widened more, and he relaxed deeper in the seat.

  Since thick denim wasn’t exactly conducive to teasing strokes of foreplay, I decided to go straight for the zipper. Not knowing how long the power would remain out, I needed to move fast. I reached for his oversized belt buckle and flicked it open expertly in the darkness, unzipped his pants, and reached inside.

  “Shit!” he said, his thighs tightening granite-hard.

  I slowly drew out his thickening cock, then wrapped my fingers around his shaft and squeezed.

  “You know, those lights are gonna come on any second now,” he said, his voice sounding a little strangled. “You ready to get arrested?”

  I giggled softly. My answer was to lean close and suck the head of his cock into my mouth.

  His fingers threaded through my hair, and his palm cupped the top of my head, protecting me, I realized, from thumping it on the bottom of the table.

  As I sank on his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth and coming up again, I let his hand be the gauge of how high I could go. I opened my jaws and swallowed as much of his thick length as I could, swirling my tongue along his shaft.

  “I fucking don’t believe this,” he moaned.

  I didn’t either, because my hand closed around the large oval belt buckle lying to the side, and suddenly, I knew whose cock was tickling the back of my throat.

  Two-time World Champion Rodeo Cowboy Dalton McCabe. A McCabe!

  And a rodeo star I’d drooled over from the stands on more than one occasion. Now I’d wet his cock with my lips, kissed his length, tongued the grooved little slit on the mushroom head.

  “We should get a room,” he whispered, his fingers gently pulling at my hair.

  I licked the ridge surrounding the crown and murmured a protest. I’d have to let him slide this monster back into his pants. Where I could no longer touch it.

  His hand gripped my hair with more strength and tugged. “I mean it,” he groaned.

  I dragged my lips off him and gave his belly a kiss. “Think you can get your zipper over this?”

  He snorted, his abdomen jerking against my cheek as I leaned into him, sucking the taut flesh.

  “I’ll use a damn shoe horn. Just let me drag up my pants.”

  With lightning lighting my way, I crawled from beneath the seat, rose to my feet, and strode toward the door, not waiting to see if he followed.

  Outside, the rain sliced, instantly plastering my clothing against my skin. However, I welcomed the cool rain slicking over me, imagining him licking off the moisture.

  He came up beside me and stepped in front of the rain, shielding me from the worst, his arm settling around my shoulders to draw me near.

  Together, we bent our heads against the driving rain, matching our footsteps as we approached the motel office. I huddled just inside the door as he and the manager spoke in low tones, leaning over a form with a flashlight.

  The jangle of keys kicked my arousal into overdrive. He slid an arm around my waist and pulled me toward the door at the very end of the long row of rooms.

  Once inside, I tugged open the curtains to a window that looked out on the pitch black parking lot. The occasional jagged flash in the distance was the only light.

  Dalton came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. “Change your mind?”

  His rigid cock nudged my ass. Was he kidding? I turned in the circle of his arms and leaned back, stripping my tank top over my head. Then I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. Before I’d even managed to slide it down my arms, I felt his warm hands cover my breasts.

  I pressed into his palms, groaning, loving the way the calluses on his hands scraped like sandpaper on my tender flesh. I let him play while I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my thighs.

  One of his large hands cupped my sex, his fingers gliding in the moisture gathering on my labia.

  I gave a little laugh and shoved at his chest. “Let me finish getting undressed.”

  Both his large hands slipped over my ass and shoved my jeans the rest of the way down my legs.

  He bent to help me step out of them, and I clutched his shoulders. When he looked up, his face was level with my pussy. His gaze glistened in the darkness for a moment before he leaned toward me and licked between my folds, stroking over me, until my fingertips dug into his skin and I swayed on my feet, shocked to my toes he’d been so bold with someone he didn’t know and shouldn’t trust.

  “Please,” I groaned, my face warming with embarrassment and arousal. “I need you naked, too.”

  He gave a stubborn shake of his head, and then his fingers pulled up the hood guarding my clit, and he smoothed the flat of his tongue over it, circling until it grew rigid and aching.

  “Cowboy!” I gripped his hair and held him while he urged me with his hands to lift one thigh and drape it over his shoulder.

  Opened and at his mercy, I rocked back and forth as first his tongue, and then his fingers, trailed over me, penetrated me, swirled inside my wetness.

  But I wanted more. Wanted that huge cock stretching me, cramming deep inside me. “Please. I need you.”

  He relented, sliding my leg off his shoulder, and rubbed up my body as he stood holding me for a moment while I quivered.

  “Get on the bed,” he said, his voice harsh, deep, his chest rising and falling faster as he rucked up his T-shirt and scraped it over his head, tossing it carelessly away. Then he toed off his boots and unbuckled his belt.

  I lay on my back, legs closed, a hand caressing my breast as he shoved down his pants and stood.

  Even in shadow, or maybe precisely because I could only see the outline of his cock, he frightened me—one of those chilling moments of clarity when you realize you’re in over your head, in a motel room with a complete stranger brandishing a cock you know will fill you so deliciously it might cause you a little pain.

  His size intimidated me. But my pussy drenched, accepting, while inwardly I balked at the thought his cock was going to push inside me. His large hand encircled his shaft, and he glided it from tip to base and back again before glancing my way.

  Something in my expression, even in the darkness, made him grow still. “Change your mind?” he asked again.

  That hint of cowboy manners made me smile. Sure, I was still tense, a little leery. “Do you have a condom?” I aske
d, my voice cracking with tension.

  He lifted his other hand and a shiny foil packet gleamed.

  I relaxed. He’d thought beyond an easy conquest. “Put it on. My hands are shakin’.”

  He tore the foil with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his dick. Then my cowboy climbed onto the bed and covered me, settling over me like a heavy, hot blanket. His thick cock ground into my belly, his elbows snuggled close to my shoulders, and his hands cupped my face, his thumbs sliding over my lips.

  Then he kissed me. It was surprisingly sweet, tentative, just lips sliding over lips, as though he knew he’d have to start all over with me when his taut body was primed and raring to go.

  At that moment, I realized that I really liked him. Not just the hard, sleek body and his substantial cock. He wasn’t an outlaw ready to take what he wanted. He was willing to slow down and make sure I was along for the ride.

  I slid my arms around his back and deepened the kiss, licking along the seam of his lips until he opened, and I touched his tongue with mine.

  Then, like an unbroken bronco out of the gate, all hell broke loose. Our mouths ate each other, sucking lips and tongues. My hands roamed his back, my fingernails scraping downward to grip his hard ass as I opened my legs and let him settle between them.

  He groaned into my mouth, and I bit his tongue lightly, sliding my fingers into the crevice of his rear.

  His hands smoothed down my sides, then under my ass, and he shifted lower, directing his cock between my legs. When he was poised at my entrance, we broke the kiss. He leaned up on his arms, circling his hips to enter me slowly, screwing inside, then shoving with hard little pulses that stretched the tender tissues of my vagina, while I wriggled, easing him deeper.

  When at last he was deep enough, he started the sexy, dragging glides I craved, pulling out, then stroking deep. Slow, steady drives that deepened as he plunged harder into me, lifting my bottom with his thrusts, forcing air from my lungs in soft grunts as I slowly unraveled, heat curling deep in my core, an orgasm beginning its sexy little convulsions around his shaft, rippling along my channel to squeeze him rhythmically until it tightened.

  Suddenly, I was exploding, my back arching, my head digging into the pillow as I opened my mouth around a silent scream. I held still in the moment, going blind for just a second, then relaxed in one long exhale.

  “Not fair,” he murmured, smoothing back my hair when I finally had the strength to open my eyes again.

  “Because you didn’t come?” I asked, finding it hard to collect whatever intellect remained in my blown mind.

  “Because you held back on me. I worked hard for that orgasm. The least you could have done was give me a little shout.”

  I heard the smile in his voice and was surprised he could manage to tease when most guys only grunted or groaned when they were deep into it—and he was deep and into it. “Sorry, guess I didn’t want to blast your eardrums,” I teased.

  “You’re that loud?” he asked, giving me a sexy inner nudge of his cock.

  “Can be. When I’m inspired.”

  “Think you have a little somethin’ left?”

  “Try me,” I purred and wiggled my shoulders. “It’s your turn. What do you want?”

  “I want to shake that ass of yours. Been dreamin’ about it since you shook it back in the café.”

  So, he had noticed. A curl of residual heat tightened my belly. “I’m glad it’s dark in here,” I said with a strained laugh.

  “Not so dark I’m not gonna enjoy the view.”

  “Cowboy, you do say the horniest things.”

  He dipped his head and gave me a smacking kiss before pushing upward. His hands helped me turn beneath him, then lifted my hips to give him that view he seemed to crave.

  With my hot cheeks pressed against the cool comforter, I waited while sandpaper palms smoothed over my bottom, squeezing, separating, then gliding between my legs to separate my folds.

  When the broad crown pushed past my opening, I let my back sink, lifting my ass higher.

  He circled and pushed, finally gliding deep again.

  I came up on my hands, bracing for a flurry of hard thrusts, but again, he surprised me, reaching around to slide his fingertips through my short curls, searching lower for the hard knot of my clit and circling on it again.

  “Oh God,” I groaned as a fresh wash of cream slid around the cock shoved so snugly inside my cunt. I’d never experienced multiple orgasms, but knew I was about to have my first.

  Electric little twinges of heat perfectly mirrored the lazy stroke of his cock and the pressure of his fingers built slow spasms of arousal that curled and clasped around him as he thrust harder, faster.

  When I was pushing back to meet his thrusts, he finally removed his fingers and gripped my hips hard, slamming forward, shortening and sharpening his strokes. Driving so deep, he pushed the breath from me, and I sobbed softly, unraveling again.

  Beyond thought, beyond myself, I felt only the strokes that rammed all the way inside me, shaking my ass at last, jerking my whole body as he rode me hard.

  His thighs ground against the backs of mine, his belly and groin slapped my ass, his balls banged my clit, and I let loose a strangled scream as I hurtled over the edge.

  His cock powered faster, his body jerking, banging harder against me, until he, too, shouted and spasmed, his hands clenching my hips in a bruising grip I welcomed.

  My arms trembled, and I crumpled to the bed. His body followed, pressing me deep into the mattress, his breaths gusting against my ear.

  “Move in a minute,” he gasped.

  “Not on my account,” I said sleepily.

  His mouth suctioned against a small spot in the corner of my neck. I smiled, enjoying the knowledge he felt the need to leave a brand. My eyelids drifted downward.

  *

  I awoke again in darkness, my back warmed by a hard chest. A large hand lay clamped between my thighs. Soft snores gusted against my hair. Usually, this was the time in a tryst where I awoke worried about how to extricate myself and beat a graceful retreat. Our arousal had been spent. Lust-goggles had been removed. Now we were just two naked bodies, spooned together, mimicking intimacy neither of us could really feel.

  But this time, I wasn’t in a rush to leave. I liked the firm muscle surrounding my body. Liked the scent of his skin, the smell of our sex. The hand between my leg jerked slightly, and his thumb slid between my folds. Maybe it was a reflexive movement, but my pussy approved. A fresh, warm wash of cream seeped from me.

  The thumb lifted, pushing into my opening, and I knew he was fully awake because his breaths were quieter now.

  That sly little intrusion struck me as funny, and I grinned in the darkness, then squeezed around his thumb, letting him know I was also fully alert.

  A mock murmur scraped from his throat. His thighs shifted, bumping against the backs of mine, rearranging my legs. His cock nudged my ass, softness gradually replaced by a hardened column, riding my divide.

  “Gonna keep playin’ ’possum?” he growled into my ear.

  I gave a soft, feminine grunt. “I was makin’ sure you had time to slide out of bed if you wanted to run.”

  “Now, darlin’, why would I want to do that?”

  “I don’t know,” I said breezily, my heart skipping a beat because I didn’t want the conversation to become too truthful. I liked him. More so by the minute, since he’d made me smile. But I knew this wasn’t going to lead to anything. It couldn’t.

  He pressed a kiss behind my ear. “You do this often?”

  I stiffened inside his arms. I wasn’t really like this, but he was a special case. Not something I was willing to admit because things might get sticky.

  “Didn’t mean any insult,” he said, kissing the top of my shoulder.

  I forced myself to relax. “Guess the question was fair,” I whispered, “considerin’ how fast this all happened.” I eased to my back, missing the touch of his hand and his thumb as they sl
id away. I looked into his face, his cheeks and brows highlighted by silver moonlight. “Obviously, I’m no virgin, but I don’t jump straight into bed with strange men.”

  He ran the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “Why me? Why tonight?”

  I gave a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know. The moment you walked into the restaurant, I knew I had to have you.”

  “Always know exactly what you want?”

  I shook my head, but then wrinkled my nose and nodded. “When it’s something I want really bad, I go for it.”

  “Then, I’m flattered.” His eyes narrowed. “Did I kill the mood?”

  I grinned. “Got another condom?”

  His mouth curved into a crooked smile. “You’re dangerous.”

  “I like the way you ride, cowboy.” My words were bold, but my voice was soft, my breath stolen by the heat simmering in his gaze.

  He entered me as we lay side by side, my thigh draped over his hip, my head resting on a thick bicep. His large hand cupped my buttock, molding it, forcing me close as he gave me long, slow thrusts.

  My inner channel was just a little raw and I must have winced, because he withdrew.

  “You’re sore. You take me,” he said softly, then lay on his back, a curved arm shoving a pillow under his head and shoulders.

  He wanted to watch me move, and I wanted to try something I’d only ever read about. After all, I had a cowboy in this bed. But first things first.

  I bent over his cock and sank my mouth down his length, sucking hard as I drew off. I had to do it a second time, simply because I wanted to savor the fullness. “Just makin’ sure that latex is wet,” I drawled, as I released him.

  His chuckle ended on a groan when he saw me facing away to mount him. I glanced over my shoulder as I rose high to take his cock. “You said you liked watchin’ my ass jiggle.”

  He laughed and gave my ass a playful slap. “Giddyup, girl.”

  *

  We’d barely caught our breath again when lights flickered and the air conditioner sputtered on, blowing a cooling breeze over steamy damp skin.

  “Shit!” He pulled away, rolled off the bed, and tugged the curtains closed.